The Runaway Maid is Loved by the Archmage - Chapter 160

※ This book contains depictions of coercive/dubcon/noncon acts, violence, and immorality. Reader discretion is advised.

His face was completely red as he looked down at her. Her large shirt, which didn’t fit her at all, had slipped to one side, revealing not only her cleavage but also her slender figure. Her body was covered in red marks, the traces of having been violated by a man, which stirred his imagination to a maddening degree.

Such a small and delicate-looking woman, it was clear that some ruffian had ravaged this woman messily. He couldn’t help but picture the scene in his head. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed his saliva.

To make matters worse, he vividly felt her voluptuous body on top of him. It was because she had her arms around his neck, and her b*****s were pressed against his firm chest. As she lifted and moved her head, he felt her soft body directly. He felt blood rushing to his lower body and shuddered.

“Ah…?”

His manhood, which had risen helplessly, pressed clearly against her abdomen. She, already exhausted in mind, let out a dazed sound at the explicit sensation. Her slightly open lips shone red and tempting. For a moment, the man had the thought of swallowing those lips, inserting his tongue, and exploring them.

She exuded a strangely sensual scent. Violently grabbing her body, biting her b*****s as she shook her head in protest, and thrusting his thing into the woman’s inside, which was sure to be maddeningly soft…

“Aaaaagh-!”

In the end, the man screamed with his face as red as if it would burst.

Erika continued to run even after sending Roina away like that. It was because she kept feeling someone’s gaze following her. A strange presence kept catching her heightened senses. Her instincts, which she had trained and honed for about 10 years since she was young by hiding, tailing, and secretly switching places, were quite accurate, more so than one might think. Despite being raised gently, she was rather talented in this kind of work.

‘Is it perhaps because of this?’

Erika thought of the black stone in her bosom. He had said it was an object he had created with his energy. That the fake Veronica would use this to kill the great mage.

She clenched her fist tightly in anxiety. Fake Veronica. Not the Veronica she knew, but a shadow magic creature. She was still confused about what that meant, but there were definitely rumors about magic creatures in the imperial palace, so it wasn’t something she could simply deny. It was because of that that she accepted his words, though Veronica’s changed appearance was also a factor.

‘But…’

His subsequent words about how to turn Veronica back smelled of lies. Erika’s intuition was telling her that. There was no guarantee that she would obtain his essence by killing the great mage, and killing him was what the current fake Veronica wanted.

Even if that wasn’t the case, she had now made a choice to completely turn her back on him. A foolish choice she always guarded against. But a choice she couldn’t ignore.

She had no choice but to act like that back then. Even now, whenever she saw such a scene, her body would move instinctively. She had saved more than a dozen women that way. She had even deliberately acted harshly towards women’s affairs to avoid doing so, but it couldn’t be helped. Was this her nature, or was it simply because of a trauma she hadn’t forgotten yet? She briefly closed her eyes. She thought she had become cold-hearted, but she was still far from it. She didn’t seem to be an inherently evil person. Even though she had tried so hard to become ruthless.

Erika briefly hid under a certain roof and took out the black stone from her bosom. This was an object she could throw away at any time if it could save a life. And if it was true that someone was moving because of this, then throwing it away would be the right thing to do. But… with this, she might be able to negotiate more advantageously. She hesitated for a moment, caught in a dilemma.

Meow-

At that moment, a black cat appeared before her. It was a good-natured cat that Erika used to feed. Even so, given the nature of the back alley with many rough people, it hadn’t given its affection to anyone other than her. She didn’t expect it to still be here.

The cat meowed happily and rubbed its cheek against her leg. She felt the soft and warm temperature of the cat. Erika lowered her hand and stroked the cat’s head. The cat purred from deep within its throat, happy to see her after a long time.

‘Yes. This is it.’

Erika firmly grasped the black stone in her hand again.